Chapter 406 Return from the Great Victory
Everyone was attracted by the sudden movement. They stopped drinking and talking, got up and ran to the window to lean on the railing to watch.
"What's going on?"
"What day is it today? How come there are fireworks in Chang'an?"
In the afterglow of Chang'an, fireworks bloomed one after another. Colorful rays of light spread across the sky, just like the stars in the sky falling on the earth.
Upon closer inspection, I discovered that these were not real fireworks, but mirages, and even the sounds were specially matched.
The music of breaking the formation suddenly started playing with silk and bamboo gongs and drums, resounding throughout Chang'an.
Everyone is wondering what is going on.
“Are you celebrating something?”
“Could it be a ceremony of association arranged by Mr. Wen?”
"No, look!"
Everyone saw it. A majestic and mighty team of a hundred people appeared in the fireworks. They were wearing strong swords, hunting in cloaks, and their silver armor reflected the glory and glory of the sky. Fireworks are like divine weapons descending from the sky.
They still carried unquenched blood and burning fighting spirit, and they flew through the air uniformly with flying spiritual swords, drawing bright spiritual lights.
The flags were swaying and hunting, and a student immediately recognized them and said loudly:
“This is the return of the soldiers from the Battle of Zeyang after a great victory!”
"Isn't the one at the front the one who came out again to lead the troops out of the border this time?" Someone said, pointing to the veteran general in front who looked gray-haired and weathered, but still looked energetic.
“Next to him...is Han Sima!”
Han Sima’s popularity is much higher than that of Yiyong Hou, who has long since removed his armor and returned to his fields. As the husband and military advisor of the general who protects the north, , naturally appears in many story books and picture books, becoming the strongest counselor in everyone's mind.
At this time, even the three-year-old child on the street was shouting "Han Sima" loudly, cheering one after another.
Ruan Shizhi was startled by the deafening cheers. He looked closely and saw that it was the person he had longed for. He immediately shouted excitedly: "Daddy!"
Then he set up his flying spiritual weapon and rushed out of Taibai Tower. He was about to meet Han Sima who was at the front with a smile on his face and nodded and waved to the people watching. However, he was stopped by Jin Wuwei who was flying in the air to protect the honor guard.
Zhong Youzhi was bored and leaning on the railing to drink. Looking at the victorious soldiers, he suddenly recognized a familiar person among them. He eagerly threw the glass and flew away. rise.
Now this group of soldiers returning in triumph is protected by the Jinwu Guards, and the sky is filled with onlookers high and low along the way. The capable monks had already set up their spiritual weapons to watch in the air, while the streets were crowded with ordinary people without any cultivation, and some clever merchants took the opportunity to sell telescopic weapons.
Suddenly, it seemed as if the entire city of Chang'an had come out. Even if they didn't know about the Battle of Zeyang, they all knew about the great victory of the Tang Dynasty, and their emotions were immediately high. , the sound surged into the sky, sweeping through the entire Chang'an.
There is so much fun to watch, of course, the association will be forgotten for the time being.
The students in the box flew out of Taibai Tower to get a close look at the victorious soldiers.
In the end, only Wen Xuanning was left alone in the box, watching the team swaggering through the air from a distance. His eyes fell on the face of the woman on Han Sima's right, and complex emotions flashed across his face. But in the end there was only a chill.
Unexpectedly, his precious granddaughter would come back in such a high-profile way.
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After many years, Wen Weilan returned to Chang'an after a long absence, with mixed emotions.
Once, she thought she could only come back from hiding like a bug in the gutter.
I didn’t expect that now, I could come back so openly. It’s really unpredictable. Feeling that the spiritual power in the body is slowly draining, it can still last for a few days.
Wen Weilan put away his last fear and calmly welcomed these admiring and pursuing eyes.
Bathing in the divine brilliance in the air, he walked all the way outside the palace before lowering the artifact and greeting His Majesty who was waiting in front of Chengtian Gate.
"Marquis Yiyong, thank you for your hard work this time." The emperor personally supported the veteran at the front.
Marquis Yiyong stood up tremblingly and said respectfully: "For the Tang Dynasty and for Your Majesty, I will not suffer."
As he said that, he raised something in his hand high above his head: "Thank you for the reward, Your Majesty. Divine object, fortunately blessed by the supreme god. , in this battle of Zeyang, our Tang army was invincible and defeated the 300,000 troops in Mobei!"
Although Marquis Yiyong is old, his voice is loud and powerful, and the whole street can hear it! It was clear to all the people, and the people were all moved.
Many common people do not have anyone in the court at home. They only vaguely heard about the unrest in the north, but they did not know that it was such a big crisis. Now that the crisis has passed by, I can only sigh with emotion at the might of the Tang state, the majesty of the emperor, and the speed of dispatching troops. They achieved such a great victory so easily. As expected, barbarians like Mobei have nothing to fear.
Marquis Yiyong continued to say loudly: "And, fortunately, I fulfilled my mission and successfully captured the great witch!"
"At this time, we are outside the city!"
As soon as these words came out, the whole city was shocked. sensation.
The ministers following the emperor were even more surprised.
The Great Witch is the mainstay of Mobei, and she is even comparable to Taibai Sword Immortal. It is really unimaginable that she can be captured.
Everyone's eyes turned to the thing in Yiyong Hou's hand, which was slightly burning. When Liu Zhuangyuan presented it yesterday, they thought it was a divine thing, but they didn't expect it to be such a divine thing.
Hearing this, the emperor laughed heartily, with a flash of approval in his eyes.
Slowly stepped forward, took the Divine Tiger Talisman from Yiyong Hou's hand, rubbed his thumb on the surface covered with inscriptions, his eyes were deep and solemn.
"With the protection of the Supreme God, the Tang Dynasty prospered and was invincible!"
The emperor's voice was not loud, but it resounded clearly and powerfully throughout Chang'an.
He raised the Divine Tiger Talisman high, and the Supreme God's eyes focused on it, and the whole of Chang'an seemed to be enveloped by an invisible force.
The lingering divine radiance in the sky became more blazing, as if in response to the emperor's movements, it gradually condensed into layers of divine radiance, like colorful tulle, and like burning dazzling flames, flying in the air. .
At this moment, everyone held their breath and looked up at the face of God in the sky. The divine face gradually emitted a holy and majestic light, and its expression seemed to become more flexible, as if it had life.
The entire world is controlled by some mysterious force at this moment.
I saw the lips on the god's face slightly parted, and everyone could hear a strange voice ringing in their ears. Their gender could not be identified, the tone was strange, and they could not hear what was being said, but in everyone's heart A thought naturally came to mind:
Word of God!
Everyone knelt down involuntarily at this moment, their hearts filled with awe and gratitude, as if at this moment, they truly felt the existence and protection of the Supreme God.
The divine brilliance falls bit by bit, like drizzle, moistening the world and benefiting the people. All the people feel that they have been swept away by some kind of power, and all the illnesses are gone. Some people even feel that there is something in their bodies. With every trace of aura.
“I can practice!”
“I can practice!”
Such cheers gathered together, attracting envious looks from others.
Wen Weilan knelt on the ground, pressing his hands hard on the ground. His knuckles were slightly white, sweat was dripping from his forehead, and he tried hard to control the distortion on his face.
No one can see through how painful she is.